I love you more than the world, you're that proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. You've brought me genuine happiness, a feeling I haven't felt in years. And reading that this morning was the greatest thing ever, I literally started crying, and I'm still crying as I'm writing you this. I know we both have our own battles that we are fighting, and I honestly don't know what I would do without you, you've helped me so much.  I don't know how much I have helped with your battles, but I'm trying, and if I haven't gotten anywhere yet with them, I really hope that I will. I've never felt so close to someone in my life. You are everything to me, and the day that I **** up bad enough to lose you, will be the worst day of my life. I've realized that the words "I love you" had no meaning until I met you. Now I know what it's like to genuinely love, and I know what it's like to genuinely be loved. I love you baby, more than anything in the entire world

I may be a bit high,
But I love you.
Even when I'm sober,
I'll still love you the same.
I wanted to kiss you under the sprinklers because it's the closest we get to rain
that will put my cigarette out if the sky starts crying
like I have been since you left me
to look at the stars by myself instead of holding your hand while I'm driving
and you're asleep while I look at your eyelids gently fluttering every time we pass a street lamp
that illuminates the most perfect face in the world
that is cold like your arms without a long sleeve shirt and that's why I wear sweaters
in the summer that I'd hope to spend with you
on adventures and maybe we can run through sprinklers again and this time pretend that it's rain pouring down our faces because my eyes look at you like you're the universe while yours look at me like I am a friend, I am a friend, who is in love with you, who now realizes that they are only just sprinklers,
because it doesn't rain here.

Slap me.
Slap me until your name stops coming into my thoughts every .5 seconds, I want to stop the echo that is a reminder.
Pinch me so I can wake up from the dreams I have every night, that used to be my favorite reality, but at least then I can finally hear your voice again. Speaking to me, speaking through me. Maybe alternate universes exist or maybe I took too many pills and this is dying. Because oxygen is vacuumed out of my lungs when you're sad and I need your eyes to light up like the morning sunrise I wish I could have spent staring at with you if we could even force ourselves to wake up before dawn. Perhaps soon enough I will again be drifting off into more visions of you, while listening to you sleep, feeling you breathe beneath me. Your arms are my blanket and your body my mattress, being close to you is my perfect kind of fire. But for now I will have to leave these past events and future desires in my dreams, until they can once again become my favorite reality.